The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 91

My grip on the phone tightened, the memories of his repulsive face flooding back with a vengeance..

“What do you want, Bruce?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to hide the fear that threatened to consume me. A sinister chuckle echoed through the line. “Oh, Evie, always so direct. I thought we could catch up, reminisce about old times.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I considered my options. The memories of our last encounter were still fresh. Timothy’s stitches may have gone, but the scar was still there.

“Was our last reunion not enough fun?” I gritted out through my teeth.

Bruce’s laughter was cold and cruel. “Oh, Evie, the fun never ends between us,” he said hoarsely. I noticed how he’d decided on dropping his nickname for me. Somehow, that unsettled me even more.

“Why are you calling? Was that last beating of yours not enough?” I asked, clutching the phone to my ear. Aria’s calls had been reduced to a deadening silence, one that left me feeling far more alone that I would have liked. Bruce laughed once more, though with far less enthusiasm. “I think you’ll want to hear

what I have to say. It concerns someone you care about.”

My heart stopped, the words striking a nerve. Who else did he drag into our mess? Was shedding blood not enough to stop him in his tracks?

Just the thought of Timothy lying in that hospital bed, pale from blood loss, made my skin prickle. “What did you do?” I demanded, my voice shaking.

“Relax, Evie. No one’s gonna bleed on this round,” he said with an edge to his voice. “Now, hurt feelings are completely on the menu.”

“I don’t have the time or energy for your games, Bruce,” I said with a long sigh. “You almost killed Timothy.” Bruce snorted. “You’re still worried about that douchebag?”

I clenched my jaw. “I guess I am,” I hissed. “So stay away from him!”

Bruce’s laughter was smug. “Or what, Evie? You’ll come running to protect him? How sweet.”

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and impulsive, a frightening combination. It didn’t seem

let you hurt him,” I

menacing. “You are one

to that. He had already made up his

Timothy,” he continued. “Because it will be short lived.” My eyebrows knitted together. “What are you

laughed on, almost drunkenly so, as my name

ominous chill in their wake. Bruce’s threat hung heavy in

phone, and my heart sank. Without a word, I opened the

hair as it entered the screen. A thin body was lying curled up on a bed. There was a soft thumping in the speakers, like music was playing in the background. Right as it dawned on me, the small form turned, revealing my High School self in all her exposed glory. My face was tense with concern, even as Timothy placed

memory.

beside my ear. His calloused hands

against his lips, right before he silenced

evidence of that night between Timothy and I. Something that felt so beautiful in the moment but resulted in an immeasurable amount of pain. Panic and anger surged within me,

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recorded us together, and from the way Timothy would occasionally glance in the camera’s direction, I didn’t have to make too many

on my tongue, as if speaking them. would somehow make

had allowed myself to believe in a different version of Timothy, a person who was

air heavy with the weight of my shattered emotions. I had allowed myself to

built around me.

if those walls had crumbled, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. To think I almost kissed

in as fresh tears stung my eyes. As if it wasn’t bad enough that

tick of the clock echoing in my mind. I began pacing

want from me?” I asked

“Ah, Evie. Always

the anger that surged within me. “Cut to the chase, Bruce. What’s your

voice turned icy, the amusement replaced by a chilling edge. “You know what I

deep breath, my voice measured. “Fine. I’ll give you the money.